I'm Yours

1: The Countdown

Five, Four, Three, Two, One... Happy New Year!

The New Year has just come and everyone was so happy. There was confetti and smiles on every person. Lights were on every corner, and every one of those digital billboards had the countdown on it.

"Hey happy New Year!" someone would say as I would walk past them. "You too!" I would reply.

This is my favorite time of year, everybody is so nice and talkative. Take those people over there, they just met and are acting as though they are best friends. I personally have no actual friends here. My bestfriend Clary was too tired to stay so she left early. All my other friends left me to be by myself for a while. I think they went to go get a better view of things.

"Hey Ella over here!" One of my closest friends called over. Maybe I'm not all alone after all.

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I don't think we have been properly introduced, my name is Ella, and I am currently single. My best friend Clary says I should go out more often, meet a guy. But I'm old fashion, I believe that a true relationship shouldn't be forced. When I know, I know.

I turn over in my bed and look at my alarm clock. Oh my gosh, it's 9:15am, I've slept in so much. I guess that's what I get for staying up until 2:00pm last night. I jump out of bed and strip out of my clothes to get ready for the day ahead of me. I put on my black skinny jeans and a navy blue t shirt that says 'come to the dark side, we have cookies.' Ya I know I'm a dork. I also know that that shirt is meant for teenagers, but hey, it suits my sense of style.

My friend Clary on the other hand says that shirt makes me look younger, and not in a good way. She thinks I should be dressing more like her. Clary's sense of style is modern day chic. She is really into looking nice all the time, even if we don't have to. If she had the option to wear a dress everyday, she would.

Whenever she has the chance to help get me dressed, she never turns it down. Especially if it's for a date. Oh, and by the way, most of the dates I go on, she sets them up for me. What can I say, my friend is a real pusher, but she is doing it for a good reason.

Anyway, I slip on the clothes I have picked out and try to figure out what to do with the rest of me. My hair is black, but it is mostly straight from yesterday, and my face looks decent enough to go outside. My freckles on my cheeks seem more visible than the night before. But I'll just have to go with it.

"9:45, I have to get going if I don't want to be late for this lunch my mom planned." I hurry up and get everything else I need. Purse, reading glasses, lipstick, and my dignity. I'm gonna need all of it if I'm meeting my mother today. She always seems to point out how much of a failure I am, and how I don't have a boyfriend yet, or how my job isn't the best. Well you know what mom, I like being a secretary, and being on my own! Have you ever thought of that?

I take one last glance at my apartment, making sure I didn't leave anything behind, then head out the door. I don't want to show her that I am not capable of being on time as well. I will never hear the end of that.

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The drive on the way to the diner was fairly pleasant. The radio was turned up, and I was feeling great. My favorite song came on, Centuries by Fall Out Boy, and I was jammin' to that song.

"And just one mistake, is all it will take..." I was at a stop light now so I was waving my hands in the air like I just didn't care. I know so cliche of me. But in this time of day, I didn't care. I had to get that mentality in mind for when I met my mother.

Green light... I step on the gas and roll out of there. Fully aware that everyone sitting and waiting for the light to change was staring at me. I didn't care! They could look at me if they wanted to, nothing could dampen my mood right now...

"Sweetie, over here. Turn that music down and hurry up. You are two minutes and thirty-four seconds late..."

...I spoke too soon.

"Mom I'm coming, I'll be right there, I just have to find a parking space," I shrieked. Does my mother not realize that I am twenty-one now? I can take care of myself. I don't need her to boss me around and tell me what to do. If I am old enough to drink, I think I am old enough to make decisions for myself.

"Honey, hurry up we need to get our table before we lose it. Gosh this is why I told you to get the other job instead of the one you have now. Also this wouldn't have happened if you would have dated that one guy. What was his name?" My mother begins. I look at her barely to answer her question. Don't do it Ella, don't tell her the name, she will just keep going.

"Jacob mom, his name was Jacob," Ugh, why did you tell her his name? Now she will keep talking about how we were perfect together, and that she would of had grandchildren by now and so on and so forth. The usual routine of how she talks to me about my love life and then makes me regret every decision of my life.

I really love meeting my mom every Sunday, it's great. Did you catch the hint of sarcasm in that?

Ugh, this is gonna be a long day.

*Thank you for reading, don't be a silent reader and please remember to comment and vote. Chapter 2 will be posted next week. If there are any suggestions for what you want to happen next, or anything you think I can improve on, please don't hesitate to leave a comment below.*